I guess I should bring myself back to the reading world, like how I used to love written pages rather than printed screens. Not that I never had the passion for reading.. But, I just lost it, in midst of all those battles drowning me in time.
So I'm stoked again, currently awaiting for my hotly ordered book, which is expected to reach my hands in, say 3 weeks? And this time, it's Sartre. Jean-Paul Sartre.
You'd probably think I'm mad. I have enough angst in myself as a teenager. Probably overflowing with it. But I guess the 'angst' that y'all are uneasy of in me, just resembles the way life isn't the same any more.
I might have said how much I wouldn't change and everything. But when you haven't live through it, you'll never know. And that's how I knew :) there is always a moment in life when you think you need to get back to the battlefield.
Victory has everything that the lost ones cost a life. When every move determines your future, every word contain a spirit.
"I'll come save you even if it means I'll have to face the queen"
